"One tael is enough, hehe." Hong Dali was lacking start-up capital now. Otherwise, with his usual style, he would never open his mouth to borrow money from others. But he had no choice. He now had a dependent. If he did not speak up, how would he survive in this world? After all, there was no knowing when they would be able to return to their original dimension—money was not everything, but without money, everything was impossible.
Of course, as for the question of how much start-up capital he required…
One tael of silver was enough. With so much knowledge, it wouldn't be a problem to earn some pocket money.
"Since you're in need of money, there's no need to say more." Hu Ziming took out a piece of silver and put it on the table, laughing. "One tael is too little, make it five. If it's not enough, let me know. I might not be able to provide everything, but I do have some money."